Nature Done Wright

Incorporating the Celery Farm and Screech Owl Companion blogs

December 17, 2016

Exclusive Trap Cam Pix

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Thought I'd share trap-cam pix of some of the critters hanging out at Stiles and Sis Thomas' feeder after a bear allegedly bent it. I thought I'd post these in black-and-white because they already were.

A big thanks to David Kaplan for the loan of the cam.

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4 comments

  • Yes, lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I’ll pass it along to Stiles.

  • Thank you…the chubby raccoon evoked the poem, lol. And it seemed like the right time of year for it!

  • Delightful poem … and pix!

  • That plump little raccoon reminded me of a poem I like:
    Joe Cottonwood
    Apr 28, 2015
    Raccoon Song
    Raccoon tapping on the windowpane
    Fuzzy beggar, growing tame
    Evenings longer, midnights colder
    My love and I
    Just a little bit older
    Quarter moon above the trees
    Wind blows softly, rustling leaves
    Would you love me if I lost my hair?
    No, my dear
    And don’t you dare
    Dog curling up by the potbelly stove
    Whiskers peek from the old mouse hole
    Grandma’s quilt has a brand new patch
    No more cookies
    Or I’ll get fat
    Rocking chair got a squeak again
    Sniff the air, smells like rain
    Horned owl hoots from out the wood
    I believe
    All life is good
    Before I die I want to know
    All the winds and why they blow
    All the forests, every stream
    Why you smile, babe
    When you dream

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4 comments

  • Yes, lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I’ll pass it along to Stiles.

  • Thank you…the chubby raccoon evoked the poem, lol. And it seemed like the right time of year for it!

  • Delightful poem … and pix!

  • That plump little raccoon reminded me of a poem I like:
    Joe Cottonwood
    Apr 28, 2015
    Raccoon Song
    Raccoon tapping on the windowpane
    Fuzzy beggar, growing tame
    Evenings longer, midnights colder
    My love and I
    Just a little bit older
    Quarter moon above the trees
    Wind blows softly, rustling leaves
    Would you love me if I lost my hair?
    No, my dear
    And don’t you dare
    Dog curling up by the potbelly stove
    Whiskers peek from the old mouse hole
    Grandma’s quilt has a brand new patch
    No more cookies
    Or I’ll get fat
    Rocking chair got a squeak again
    Sniff the air, smells like rain
    Horned owl hoots from out the wood
    I believe
    All life is good
    Before I die I want to know
    All the winds and why they blow
    All the forests, every stream
    Why you smile, babe
    When you dream

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